I flew for hours, wings slicing through the night air as the land shifted beneath me. The rolling plains of the Fire Kingdom faded to shadowed forest and winding rivers that glinted like silver veins in the moonlight. With every mile south, the air grew colder—the creeping chill of the Water Kingdom brushing against my scales.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, bleeding gold into indigo, I descended. The ground was soft beneath my claws, damp with the scent of rain and moss.
When I folded my wings, the weight on my back shifted.
Revik and Muir slid off first, stretching their legs. Lyra followed last, stiff from the long flight. She rolled her shoulders, the motion sending a faint ripple down her spine before she walked off to find a spot near the fire.
Muir followed, of cou
